Summers, 8 Years Old

9-4-96

I remember summers,
8 years old,
nights too hot to sleep
so I stood by the window,
cool breeze & moonlight,
& watched a spider
spin its web
on the window awning,
making a spot for itself
in the world,
as the neighbors slept
in their quiet houses
below
& the stop sign
stood useless at 3 am
w/no one to stop
but stood there anyway,
red & white face
reflecting the moonlight
back up to me
in my second story window,
awake & listening to the
crickets
chirp their midnight songs
as the lightning bugs
put on a light show
for me, just me,
& as the rest of the world slept,
I watched it all.